Chapters (90)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Praise for Malorie Blackman’s books
- Also available by Malorie Blackman for young adult readers
- Dedication
- Family Tree
- Epigraph
- NOW
- one. Tobey
- two. Libby
- Then
- three. Place Names
- four. Isabella Monroe
- five. Kellan Bruemann
- NOW
- six. Libby
- Daily Shouter Online
- Then
- seven. Patrix Ellerman
- eight. Tobey Durbridge
- nine. Circulating
- NOW
- ten. Troy
- Then
- eleven. Owen Dowd
- twelve. Eva Foxton
- thirteen. Tom Jeavons
- NOW
- Then
- fourteen. Sephy Ealing
- fifteen. The Night That Would Never End
- NOW
- sixteen. Sephy
- seventeen. Libby
- eighteen. Sephy
- nineteen. Tobey
- twenty. Sephy
- twenty-one. Libby
- twenty-two. Troy
- twenty-three. Libby
- twenty-four. Tobey
- twenty-five. Troy
- twenty-six. Callie
- twenty-seven. Tobey
- twenty-eight. Troy
- twenty-nine. Callie
- thirty. Sephy
- thirty-one. Libby
- thirty-two. Sephy
- thirty-three. Tobey
- thirty-four. Sephy
- thirty-five. Troy
- thirty-six. Callie
- thirty-seven. Tobey
- thirty-eight. Callie
- thirty-nine. Sephy
- forty. Tobey
- forty-one. Sephy
- forty-two. Troy
- forty-three. Callie
- forty-four. Sephy
- forty-five. Libby
- forty-six. Sephy
- forty-seven. Troy
- forty-eight. Tobey
- forty-nine. Sephy
- fifty. Libby
- fifty-one. Sephy
- fifty-two. Callie
- fifty-three. Tobey
- fifty-four. Sephy
- fifty-five. Troy
- fifty-six. Libby
- fifty-seven. Callie
- fifty-eight. Sephy
- fifty-nine. Tobey
- sixty. Callie
- sixty-one. Sephy
- sixty-two. Tobey
- sixty-three. Sephy
- sixty-four. Tobey
- sixty-five. Troy
- sixty-six. Callie
- THREE MONTHS LATER
- sixty-seven. Tobey
- sixty-eight. Troy
- sixty-nine. Callie
- seventy. Libby
- Acknowledgements
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
I know Sonny. He couldn’t and wouldn’t harm anyone, much less mow someone down and flee like that. But I also know my son. Troy doesn’t make stuff up and he doesn’t let his imagination grab his hand and drag him all over the place.
Maybe … when Troy is found safe and well, I think it’ll be time for Sonny and me to set a date for our wedding. It’ll be by way of a double celebration. I like Sonny and he needs me. He’s lonely. So am I. We’ll be good for each other. You do see that, don’t you?
Just give me a sign, any sign, Callum, that I’m doing the right thing.
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BREAKING NEWS. Julliard claims general election was lost due to ‘irregularities’
Mansa Julliard, leader of the Liberal Traditionalists and ex-Prime Minister, has called for a judicial review into ‘irregularities’ that occurred during the counting of votes in the recent general election, which she and her party lost.
‘It is inconceivable that the people of this country would elect a man whose personal life and professional record have been in such a constant state of disarray,’ said Julliard. ‘We have evidence of several thousand votes cast in the names of deceased people in a number of key areas, including central London. The final result of the general election should be suspended until this matter is resolved.’
A spokesperson for the Democratic Alliance told the Daily Shouter, ‘The Liberal Traditionalists won’t admit that they lost and are brainwashing their supporters into believing that they were robbed of an election victory. This is not just undermining the judicial system in Albion, but democracy itself. Their rhetoric ensures that every election result from now on is questioned, doubted or ignored.’
I had just finished getting dressed after a quick shower when the phone inside my trouser pocket began to vibrate in a particular pattern. I took it out to check the alert. The tiny security camera above my front door was doing its job and alerting me to the presence of two people on my front-door step. Problem. It was the same two people who had cornered me in my car and tried to use me for target practice in the middle of a busy street late last night. Damn it! Well, they hadn’t wasted any time. I turned up the volume of the external camera to hear what they were saying.
‘… is in there. There’s a light on upstairs. Go round the back in case it’s him and he tries to make a break for it.’ The brunette with her drawn-on eyebrows spoke, her voice low and grating.
‘And if he does?’ asked the blond man standing next to her.
She glared at her colleague for asking a stupid question. ‘We have our orders.’